Saturday, September 30, 2017

International bestselling author London Saint James’ first installment from Two Hearts, One Soul Duet is the epic tale of abiding love, heart-wrenching loss, and an astonishing bond that will find a way to endure.

Winter Perri never truly understood love until she met Austin Carlyle—the man who would rock her world to its foundations and give her something to believe in. But the night before they were to be married, the fairytale shattered.

Thirteen years later Winter is pulled out of her seclusion only to have a painful past confront her, and when it does, she’s left questioning reality, because the impossible is looking back at her with the face of a destroying angel, and piercing eyes in too familiar shades of blue.

London Saint James has lived in many places, but never felt ‘at home’ until she met the real-life man of her dreams and settled down in the beautiful Smoky Mountains of Tennessee. London lives with her husband and their fat cat who thinks he owns them.

As an award-winning, international bestselling author, London is living her childhood dream. She knew all the scribbling she did, that big imagination of hers, and all those clamoring characters running around in her head would pay off someday.

Thursday, September 28, 2017

Has a wedding planner with a commitment phobia finally found the man to make her fall head over heels in love?

Reagan Richardson loves planning extravagant, classy weddings as the head planner of Precious Moments Events. Though the notion of walking down the aisle has never entered her mind … considering none of her boyfriends have ever lasted long enough thanks to her. However, meeting Dr. Blake Harrison changes all of that in a glance and she finds herself in uncharted territory.

Blake knows all about Reagan’s fear of commitment but that doesn’t stop him from pursuing the ravishing beauty. Breaking down the wall guarding her heart isn’t as easy as he thought but being with Reagan has stirred emotions in him that no other woman ever has. Can he convince her that history isn’t going to repeat itself this time around?

Excerpt Two:

“I don’t get a hug good-bye?” Blake whispered, drawing her closer until she was engulfed in his embrace like a caterpillar in a cocoon.

His erotic scent filled the atmosphere, causing her heart to clench with anticipation of what she sensed was going to happen next. It was inevitable, especially when her lips parted on their own, betraying any thoughts of reminding herself that she wouldn’t kiss him on the first date … well, outing. Wrapping her arms around his back, she stared up at him as a shiver prickled her skin. “Of course you can have a hug.”

“And a kiss.”

It was a statement not a question and while she didn’t answer verbally, the heavy rise and fall of her breasts against his chest pretty much solidified it. The hardness and nearness of him scalded deep into her body. Though they weren’t naked, she could feel his rigid, bare muscles on her skin. A rush of desire sprinted wildly through Reagan’s veins when he gently brushed his lips on hers. Her eyes immediately shut as Blake yanked him to her even more, and she didn’t think that was possible. Their bodies were already meshed together like magnets that couldn’t be pried apart. The sensual kiss deepened as he stumbled them onto the driver door of the car. A moan of pleasure erupted during the slow wind of their tongues. It was a mixture of an unhurried yet fervent first kiss that she didn’t want to end.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Candace Shaw writes romance novels because she believes that happily-ever-after isn’t found only in fairy tales. When she’s not writing or researching information for a book, you can find Candace in her gardens, shopping, reading or learning how to cook a new dish.

She lives in Atlanta, Georgia with her loving husband and is currently working on her next fun, flirty and sexy romance.

Tuesday, September 26, 2017

Lust, one of the seven deadly sins, was sweeping through the nation like wildfire. In its true essence, lust was leading mankind down the path to damnation. In this dystopian society, Cali and Stefani had to comply by the Regime’s strict rule of arranged marriage. But Eminence, the world dictator, doesn’t play fair.

Against all odds, they both decide to put their relationships through the ultimate test on The Temptation Trials—a reality TV show where every temptation of the flesh was set before them.

As participants on the show, they soon learn that losing may cost them more than the men they love. Cali’s torn, unsure of what her future holds with Cade. Stefani worries whether her relationship with Tobias can be salvaged.

Love can be blind. The betrayal they face from the Trials burden them. Will love be their redemption, or will it destroy them?

A million questions torment their minds.

Can you love two people at once? If a person is chosen for you, can those feelings be real?

Cali and Stefani must overcome heartbreak and pull together with their loved ones before it’s too late. The abominable truth is unveiled, which sends them on a journey that will jeopardize their lives.

The will of the weak is his for the taking. Can love save their souls?

EXCERPT

Glazed, cryptic eyes pierced through me, reminding me of a strung-out junky. His face seemed vaguely familiar, right down to his golden curls. Just couldn’t put my finger on where I’d seen him before. An eerie thrill rippled my spine. The way he was staring creeped me out. I quickly skirted past him, only to have Blondie clasp my arm. Okay, now I was officially freaked.

“Let go of me!” I seethed.

“The time has come,” he blurted.

“What are you talking about?”

“The decision is made … binding.”

This dude was clearly psycho. He spoke in riddles, none of which I understood. “You’ve got me confused with someone else.”

“No, you’re the one.”

My purse, where I normally kept my Taser, was nowhere to be found. He’d better be glad or I’d light his ass up. This whole scene was turning more bizarre by the second. I couldn’t figure out where I was. My surroundings were dim and heat began to consume me. Blondie leaned closer to me. Being nearer, I got a better look at his dilated eyes. His pupils were diamond-shaped, not the usual round. His grip tightened.

“Asshole. Take your hands off me!”

“You’re chosen, and you’re coming with me.”

Though I struggled against him, it didn’t do any damn good. Bright light blazed up ahead, mixed with smoldering heat. I soon realized the light and scalding warmth was coming from giant flames. Doubling my efforts, I fought harder, to no avail. Blondie’s face became a blur, and darkness encompassed me—the scalding heat grew stronger. Time seemed to stand still—my mind swirled in a haze. The only thought that became clear, which seemed to chisel into my mind, was that I had to make the right choice.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

AUTHOR Bio and Links:

B. Truly has wanted to be an author since she was fifteen years old and is grateful to have accomplished this dream. She has very vivid dreams and a wild imagination. She likes to read, watch tons of TV shows, and movies. She’s addicted to romance and gets a thrill out of action and sci-fi. She writes New Adult and Adult, Romance. Sci-fi, Dystopian, and Paranormal genres.

B. Truly likes to explore different elements of sci-fi romance, and create various realms of reality. She also loves creating impossible situations for her characters to grow from and try to overcome.

B. Truly has three wonderful children and a husband who defines the person that she is today. She works full-time as an Ultrasound technologist in Houston, Texas.

Monday, September 25, 2017

Hello! It’s been quite some time since I’ve had a release, and now I can say all that’s changed. A big thank you to my host for allowing me to visit today and share my story Transcending Fire. This erotic, futuristic, dystopian story based around different motorcycle gangs has had quite a journey to get to this point. Perhaps one day I’ll share the two-plus-year jaunt this story went through to find a home. Luckily, it finally has. Even with all the trials it went through, I still love this story. It’s one of my favorites that I’ve written, and one that I didn’t get tired of during the editing process either. Yay! A man dealing with an Earth in chaos. A woman from an alternate universe hoping to find her destiny. Two motorcycle gangs and a real bad ass who wants to ruin everything. What’s not to like?

~ Blurb ~

* Hunter Macario wants one thing—a place to belong. When given an opportunity to solidify his position in the motorcycle club, Devil’s Thunder, he takes it.* Dragon’s Clan member, Safaia King, believes she’s found the man from her people’s legend and her dreams. She has one goal, even if he’s in a rival club—to make Hunter hers and keep him safe so he can fulfill their destiny.* After Hunter makes a huge mistake, he’s sent to where Safaia lives—an alternate universe called The Den. In this new world, sex, battles, and secrets abound. Hunter must survive The Den to right some wrongs or else he could lose everything he’s ever gained, including his home and Safaia’s love.

~ Adult Rated Excerpt ~

* A wicked glint lit her eyes, and a playful grin spread across her face. She smoothed a hand down his hard chest. “I love the definition of your muscles, Hunter, how they shudder beneath my fingers when I touch you.” Inch by inch, she continued sliding her hand down his torso. She moved her hand between his skivvies and skin. Saf circled his cock and stroked him in time with the motions of his fingers within her. Desire pulsed through his body, setting it aflame. She pressed her face against his chest and playfully bit his pectoral as she rode his hand.* Adrenaline and arousal increased his breathing rate, and a warm buzz raced through him. The pull between them seemed so intense, undeniable, as if they had to be together or perish. He felt like one of the club’s customers addicted to black chip and needing a fix before he went crazy with want. And his drug of choice?* Safaia. Always and forever Safaia.* He wanted to eat her up. “I want to taste you. Lick up your juices and have you squirm beneath my face.” Hunter yanked down her jeans and repositioned her until her ass was at the edge of the boulder.* Sinking to his knees, he placed himself between her legs. Looking forward to tasting her sweetness and feel her softness after facing the harsh realities of his life, he traced a line of gentle kisses along her inner thigh from her knee to her pussy and then fastened his mouth on the sensitive folds between her legs. When he dipped his tongue into her canal, she shifted her butt to allow him better access. He reached up and snaked his rough hands under her shirt, concerned only for a moment whether she enjoyed or loathed the coarse touch of his dry, work-worn skin. She moved the cloth and her bra out of the way.* Seems she doesn’t mind.* Pushing away all his thoughts and focusing on her—his carnal treasure—Hunter kneaded her tits while he teased her clit. He loved the taste and scent of her musky flesh and lapped up her essence as he said he would.* She grasped his head, weaving her fingers in his hair. “Oh, great Universe. This is. This is.” She panted and grappled with his locks as a low, deep moan rolled from her throat. “I think I’m going to come.”* The first night they’d met, their lovemaking had been hot and fast, more wham bam thank you than let’s linger and relish this. This time, though, he wanted to savor her, make her feel all sorts of naughty pleasure as he took his own.* Saf bucked and tried to scooch away, but he grabbed her hips and kept her from moving away from him. Unrelenting, he tongue fucked her. She struggled and wriggled, but he continued his assault, plunging his tongue in and out of her, licking up her wetness, and nipping at her clit. Safaia pressed the back of his head and lifted her ass. Spasms racked her body. She cried out his name.* Bringing her to orgasm thrilled him, but his selfish streak came forward. He wanted to enjoy her and feel his own pleasure, so he rose, stepped back, and removed his jeans.

Casey Moss delves into the darker aspects of life in her writing, sometimes basing the stories on reality, sometimes on myth. No matter the path, her stories will take you on a journey from the light-hearted paranormal to dark things unspeakable. What waits around the corner? Come explore…

Thank you, dear reader, for taking a couple minutes to read up on my story. Use the buy links above to purchase a copy, and after you’ve read it, don’t forget to leave a review! We authors really appreciate them. :)

Saturday, September 23, 2017

Featuring New
York Times, USA Today, and International bestselling authors, Rapid Pulse is a
sizzling, diverse collection of hetero and same sex romance reads crafted to
launch your heartbeat into high gear and drive your senses wild.

This
collection's hot and sexy alphas know just how to send your pulse rate rising.
Grab something cool and click now to dive in.

When Laurel’s
Alpha female is found murdered and her Alpha turns up missing, the Briarwood
Pack is turned upside down. An unwanted blast from Laurel’s romantic past puts
her to the test as the fine line between love and hate is redefined. If she can
keep herself alive. Love can be murder…unless it saves your life.

Nerdy, hunky
boys with a knack for the dead need love too…

With his
roommate back from the dead and his future as Montelier College of Witchcraft
and Arcane Sciences new necromancer on staff on hold after his mentor’s murder,
James Merryweather finds himself looking for answers in the one place he never
thought to find them. And when a chance encounter leads him to his heart’s
desire, will he have the strength to claim the woman he loves before she’s
ripped from his arms forever?

Friday, September 22, 2017

When
a straitlaced journalist and a fearless motorcycle racer are thrown into an
interview together, will they find any common ground? Or are they destined to
clash?

Gloria Heath loves her job as a lifestyle
journalist. She also loves the perks—free meals, complimentary spa treatments,
behind-the-scenes access and more. So when her boss sends her on an assignment
to the British Superbikes tournament at Donington Park, she’s less than
impressed. Sports are definitely not her thing, and her brief is to find a
rider with an interesting back story and write about their journey. But how is
she supposed to do that when she really doesn’t care one way or the other?

When she experiences the atmosphere and the
racing, however, she starts to see the attraction. Soon after, she finds the
perfect case study for her article. Rafe Donovan is fearless, ambitious, and
the underdog of the tournament. He’s also drop dead gorgeous. She eagerly sets
out to interview him, but soon discovers the bad boy biker is a tough nut to
crack. The more she asks questions, the more he shuts down. Throw some
chemistry into the mix and things go from bad to worse. Can she get the
material she needs, or is her first foray into sports writing doomed to fail?

Note: Fast Lust was previously published in
the British Bad Boys Boxed Set.

Gloria Heath gaped at her boss, Graeme,
unsure if she’d heard him correctly. No, no, she couldn’t have heard him
correctly, because she thought he’d said he wanted her to go and cover the
first round of the British Superbikes at Donington Park. She shook her head and
chuckled. He must have said The Great British Bake Off. That sounded similar,
didn’t it?

Graeme frowned. “Something funny, Gloria?”

She snapped her focus back to her editor
and smiled. “Sorry. I must be going deaf, or mad, because I thought you said
you wanted me to cover some motorbike race.”

His expression was stony. “I did,” he
replied coolly. “Do you have a problem with that?”

Blinking, she opened her mouth, then closed
it again. Narrowing her eyes, she said, “But I’m a lifestyle reporter. I
cover—”

“I’m well aware of what you cover, Gloria.
I’ve been your boss for three years—don’t you think I’m familiar with what you
write by now?” He sighed. “I know it’s not your usual thing, and is way out of
your comfort zone, but don’t you think a change would be nice? A bit of a
challenge for you?”

Gulping, she replied, “A ch-challenge?
Graeme… did I do something wrong?”

He rolled his eyes. “It’s an article,
Gloria, not a bloody punishment. No, you didn’t do anything wrong. Your work is
exemplary—always has been, and I’m sure it always will be. But I have one of
the sports writers off sick, with no one else available to take his place, and
not covering the first round of the British Superbikes is tantamount to
blasphemy for our motorsport readers.”

A feeling of dread settled in her stomach,
making her nauseous. “Do I… have a choice?”

Graeme raised his eyebrows. “I’m an editor,
not a dictator. But come on, Gloria, do me a favour here. Like I said, there’s
no one else to take his place—you’re the only one with time in your schedule.
If I’m not mistaken, the stuff you’re currently working on isn’t
time-sensitive. Sunday’s race, however, is.” He leaned forward and put his
elbows on the desk, then flashed her a smile. “We’ll even put you up in a nice
hotel, right near to the track. One little article, Gloria. You’ll be saving my
life. Please.”

Gloria knew when she was beaten. Graeme
wouldn’t force her, she knew that, but it was clearly very important to him.
And he’d never asked her to do something like this before—he was generally very
laid back, and let her get on with writing pretty much whatever she wanted to.
So one article out of her comfort zone—albeit way out of her comfort zone—was
the least she could do. “All right,” she said resignedly. “I’ll do it, for you.
But you have to give me a full briefing on what exactly you’re looking for. The
last thing I want is to end up writing something where I’ve taken completely
the wrong angle.

“And,” she added, “where the hell is
Donington Park, anyway?”

Graeme’s expression turned despairing. “In
the Midlands, Gloria. Near Derby and Nottingham. North of Watford Gap.”

“Bloody hell, that’s miles away! Have I got
to drive? I’ll need a pool car.”

“Drive, get the train, hell, you can even
fly. The circuit’s next door to a bloody airport. I don’t care, as long as you
go, all right?”

She folded her arms. “The train will be
fine. Though a first class ticket wouldn’t go amiss.”

Graeme rolled his eyes. “Done.”

“And about the briefing…”

“Of course! I wouldn’t send you in there
unprepared. Right, you go and carry on with whatever you were doing while I get
all the arrangements sorted. Come and see me when you get here tomorrow
morning, and we’ll go through everything you need to know.” She nodded and
stood up, then turned to leave. “Oh, and Gloria?” She turned back. “Thank you.
I really do appreciate it.”

“You’re welcome, boss. Just don’t make a
habit of it, all right?” She winked to show she was joking.

Grinning, he waved a hand at her. “Go on,
get out. I’ll see you in the morning.”

Author
Bio:

Lucy Felthouse is the award-winning author
of erotic romance novels Stately
Pleasures (named in the top 5 of Cliterati.co.uk’s 100 Modern Erotic
Classics That You’ve Never Heard Of, and an Amazon bestseller), Eyes Wide Open (winner of the Love
Romances Café’s Best Ménage Book 2015 award, and an Amazon bestseller), The Persecution of the Wolves and Hiding in Plain Sight. Including
novels, short stories and novellas, she has over 160 publications to her name. She
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Jack Remus
has always been a player. While his pack mates value their relationships, Jack
is only interested in casual sex—one night of passion, then a parting of the
ways, never to see each other again. And that’s exactly what he’s looking for
at the Silverado Saloon, but his plans backfire when he follows an intoxicating
scent and ends up in the middle of a brawl.

Dakota is on
the run from an abusive Alpha. He has a temporary job at the Silverado, and
when he earns enough for a bus ticket, he’ll be on his way. When his boss tries
to seduce him, Jack steps in to play the white knight. A new lover is the last
thing on Dakota’s mind. He knows it's time to move on, but his plan backfires
when the dark stranger follows him. Jack is on Dakota’s trail, but it’s a path
that just might get him killed.

The winking
neon lights and the smell of human testosterone lifted Jack’s spirits with
promises of good times ahead. A delicious thrill of anticipation coursed
through his body. Not knowing who stood on the other side of the door gave the
hunt an added edge of excitement. A major letdown sometimes followed the
pleasurable expectation of finding what he wanted, but tonight he had high
hopes for success. Besides, he’d rather be on the prowl than sitting at home
jerking off.

Boredom had
brought him to the Silverado Saloon, boredom and loneliness, two things that
could get a wolf into big trouble. His frustration level, now at an all-time
high, had him itching to fuck or fight. He’d prefer the former, but he’d settle
for either one.

A slow-moving
crowd entered the honky-tonk, and Jack followed the partygoers, letting his
nose search for that special someone. Perfume, scented shampoos, and
deodorant blended with human pheromones to tickle
his olfactory receptors, but no one stood out. He wouldn’t let it
discourage him. The night is young.

He knew the
staff was friendly and polite, but the big beefy bouncer at the door was
downright chummy, holding Jack’s hand a beat too long when he checked his ID.
The man’s steroid-bulked body might appeal to some, but it wasn’t his type. He
offered the doorman a noncommittal smile and made his way inside.

The racket
didn’t bother him in the least. On the contrary, his sensitive eardrums reveled
in the din. Instead of lowering the tuner in his brain to make the noise
level more manageable for his ears, he raised the volume so he could
hear the sounds of glasses clinking, and the thump of mugs on the bar, as
well as the loud country music coming from the bandstand. More than alcohol, he
thirsted for the sounds of humans talking and laughing, and drunks slurring
their words. Even the announcements coming over the loudspeaker were a welcome
change from the dead quiet of home.

The old barn
itself was a lot more interesting inside than out. Exposed rafters created a
rustic cathedral effect in the center, and the lofty, angular space made the gargantuan
room look that much bigger. Rustic barn wood paneling
was festooned with western and American Indian artifacts. Whiskey
barrel tables surrounded the dance floor and a long,
rough-hewn wooden bar lined the back wall. That was where he headed, fighting
his way through a sea of humanity. Aware of the admiring glances from the
ladies and the resentful glares from the men, he wished it was the other way
around.

He knew he
looked good, and he’d dressed for success. A white shirt in a simple western design
set off his dark tan. Like the others in his pack, he always went commando,
less clothes to worry about when shifting. He’d already experienced the agony
of getting his foreskin caught in a zipper, so he wore ball-crunchingly tight
button-fly Levi's. There was no risk of cock damage, and they had the added
benefit of increasing his profile, not that he needed it.

His pack
mates limited their exposure to the public and avoided attracting attention,
but Jack didn’t mind being looked at. He never denied being vain. If a man had
charisma, he should use it to his advantage. And six feet, six inches of toned,
hard body could hardly be disguised. Why try? Besides, it was more than thick
chestnut hair, amber eyes, and a big package that drew hungry looks from humans
on the prowl. It was wolf genes, plain and simple. His pheromones attracted
beings of the same species, but his lupine biology gave him a primal, predatory
edge that turned human heads as well. He’d used it more than once to get what
he wanted.

He squeezed
himself onto the only vacant barstool, and the doe-eyed bartender
honed in on him, giving him a big smile. A knockout in her early thirties, clad
in skintight low-ride jeans and a bikini top, she had long, wavy brown hair and
a tattoo on her left arm.

“What’ll you
have?” she asked him, in a way that signified he could have just about anything
he wanted.

If he wanted
pussy, he could have stayed home and fucked one of the she-wolves, but he
hadn’t touched any of the women since the Alpha stopped forcing the pack mates
to breed. He knew they wouldn’t turn him down, but he preferred the back door
to the front and a big, beautiful cock and balls beat double-Ds any day. Just
to be nice, he smiled back at the brunette and ordered a beer.

Adult
Excerpt

Jack’s big
hands on his dick felt so damn good. He was trying to thrust into Jack’s fist
and at the same time trying not to because he knew he was on the edge of
coming. Sweat beaded on his forehead, and his skin flushed hot. His balls drew
up, and he wanted to beg Jack for more, but he didn’t feel he had the right to
ask for anything. Jack stopped suddenly, and Dakota cried out with frustration.

Jack was
talking, but Dakota didn’t hear a word. His dick throbbed, and his brain was
mush. “Please, please…”

Jack leaned
over him, a hand on either side of his head. “Please what, baby? Tell me what
you want.”

He couldn’t
get the words out. Never in his life had he asked for what he wanted. Moaning,
he looked up at the dark Lycan. The man was really gorgeous. What is he
doing with me? He turned his head away, trying to tamp down his arousal.

A wet tongue
flicked over his nipple, and he inhaled sharply at the contact. Jack licked,
sucked, and moved on to the next one. Dakota arched against Jack’s mouth, and
his breath quickened. No one had ever done this to him before, and his muscles
twitched under Jack’s attention.

Jack raised
his head and smiled. “I like to hear you moan. I like knowing I’m the one
causing it.”

Dakota looked
up, confused. Was I moaning? He hadn’t even realized.

“Tell me what
you want, what you like.”

Dakota bit
his lip and looked up helplessly.

“Guess I’ll
just have to find out for myself.”

Dakota didn’t
have time to consider his words. The big Lycan shifted position and wrapped his
lips around the head of Dakota’s cock, tonguing the slit. Dakota jerked and let
out a sharp cry. Wet heat enveloped his shaft as Jack swallowed his length, and
his eyes rolled back in his head. All too soon that devouring mouth drew back
along his rod and released him.

Jack looked
up at him, grinning. “Like that, do you?”

Dakota nodded
his head. No point denying it. He was hard as a rock and visibly throbbing.

“If you want
more, you gotta say so.”

“Yes,” he
hissed.

“Good, me,
too.” Jack’s fingers circled Dakota’s cock as he bent his head and rubbed his
stubbled jaw along the sensitive skin. Then his long, wet tongue soothed the irritation.

Everything
Jack did sent sparks of electricity shooting through his body. Dakota writhed,
wishing he had the courage to tell Jack to suck his cock—hard. Somehow Jack
seemed to instinctively know what he wanted because he parted his lips and took
Dakota inside the fierce heat of his mouth. Fireworks exploded when Jack
increased his suction, and Dakota fought a losing battle against thrusting
between Jack’s lips. Each suck at his dick tugged at his heartstrings, and he
worried that he was reading too much into Jack’s actions. It was only sex.
Wasn’t it? Maybe it was for Jack, but Dakota wished it could be so much
more. Stop tasting clouds, Dakota. You’re always dreaming about things
that can never be.

A hand
reached under his ass and traced the crease. His toes curled as a finger teased
his hole before pushing past the muscle and penetrating his tight passage. When
the tip massaged his prostate, his balls went tight, and he let out a hoarse
cry. He yanked on Jack’s hair, trying to warn him that his orgasm was coming,
but Jack paid him no mind, increasing his suction and fucking him with his
finger.